the traffic gets inside my hair
the concrete boils inside my blood
the piling pounds within my head
the ratrace runs between my eyes -
it's time for teashop.
Just to sit and sip,
savour Pumpkin Soup
Mushroom Pie,Walnut Cake
and Earl Gray Tea.
Listen to others converse
Watch them lift cup to lip.
Let radio muzak play.
Stare calmly at traffic
through frosted glass.
Forget about
who hurt who
when to pay bills
where to find work
whose turn to cook.
Time for teashop.
Just to sit and sip
savour the funny breathing feeling
the pumping blood still flowing
the pricklish hairs which tingle
moving rhythms of my mind.
(c) Charlene Rajendran 1999
